So I’m posting early because I’m going out tonight, but this is in response to this week’s Friday Night Heathen Army Prompt about a “Ragnarsson sandwich”. I definitely took my own spin on it, it’s probably not a typical “sandwich” story.
But I still hope you enjoy! It was so fun to write.
You sigh in frustration at your lover, rolling your eyes as he glares at you. “Ivar, he will freeze otherwise. It is not a big deal.”
Ivar growls at you, gripping your waist tightly. “I said no. I do not want him touching your naked body!”
Hvitserk looks up from where he is currently attempting to breathe some life into your pitiful fire. “I’d very much like that.”
You shoot him a look. “You are not helping.”
“He can keep warm by the fire,” Ivar grits his teeth, pushing his body closer to yours. “He is not getting in here with us!”
You let out an exasperated groan. The three of you are currently stranded in the mountain cabin, pinned down by a sudden snowstorm. You had been hunting deer, and before you knew it, the temperature dropped to freezing and the snow starting flying. Hvitserk had stayed out to quickly try to find some firewood as you and Ivar hurried back to the cabin. With such cold temperatures, you knew body heat was the best way to stay warm. By the time Hvitserk had gotten back with a few twigs, you and Ivar were already naked and bundled up in furs.
Now, to keep Hvitserk from becoming an icicle, you know he has to get under the furs with you. But your jealous, stubborn lover is not fond of that plan.
“Hvitserk will keep his hands to himself,” you try to placate Ivar. “Right, Hvitserk?”
The blonde man opens his mouth to probably make a joke, but catches the murderous look in his brother’s eyes and thinks better of it. “Of course,” he says instead.
Ivar huffs childishly and sticks out his bottom lip. It’s an adorable look that usually has you giving in instantly. But not today. Your sister will kill you if you bring back her man half frozen to death. You kiss his pouty lip quickly and turn back to the shivering man now blowing on his hands.
“Get in, Hvitserk.”
He’s up and undressing in an instant. You ignore Ivar’s protests and lift up the furs so the older Ragnarsson can climb in.
He settles down beside you, back to your chest. “Ivar, move your arm,” he mutters referring to the possessive arm his brother has slung around your waist. Ivar snarls and clutches you tighter.
“No,” his breath is hot on your neck. “And if you even think about touching her with those big meaty paws of yours, I will make sure you lose some fingers-slowly.”
Hvitserk laughs while you give Ivar a scolding pinch on the arm. “No one is losing any fingers,” you say firmly. “Now everyone just be quiet and go to sleep. Hopefully the storm will be over by the morning.”
Thankfully, the brothers listen to you. Well, mostly. You can still hear Ivar grumbling under his breath as he keeps an almost bruising grip on your waist. Hvitserk is quiet, his breathing evening out as he slips into sleep.
It’s oddly comfortable, being pressed between the two brothers. You are extremely warm, with Ivar’s chest at your back and Hvitserk’s back against your own chest. You take the time to examine his form. You don’t have any sort of sexual attraction to him, but you can definitely say he is a handsome and well built man. Your sister is a lucky woman indeed.
You giggle silently to yourself as you think of what she would say if she saw you now. She’d laugh at you being the middle of a “Ragnarsson sandwich”. And then probably demand to switch places with you.
Eventually you find yourself getting drowsy, and you let go of your thoughts and let yourself be lulled into sleep by the peaceful breathing of the men surrounding you.
You wake with a start, disoriented as you feel someone trying to roll you over. You blink blearily, seeing Hvitserk’s back a few feet from your face. He must have moved away from you in the night. Which means Ivar is the one currently tugging on you.
You flip over to face him. “What in Odin’s name are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, pulling you so you are flush against him. He kisses you hard, lips working against yours in a feverish dance that is all too famillair.
You groan against his mouth. How could you have forgotten? Ivar is a morning sex person. As soon as he wakes, he wants you. Sometimes he even wakes you up in very creative ways. This morning appears to be no different. Except usually there is not another person sharing the furs.
“We can’t,” you say frantically against his lips, “Hvitserk is right there!”
“He’s still asleep,” Ivar grips your hair tight and pulls it back to expose your throat. He begins to suck at the expanse of skin. “If you are quiet, he will not wake. He’s a heavy sleeper.”
You try to keep your wits about you as his talented mouth wrecks havoc on your sensitive flesh. “I don’t think we should-”
He snarls and sinks his teeth into you at the same time he yanks hard on your hair. You have to suppress the gasp that tears from your throat.
“You will please me now,” he hisses, gripping your hips so hard you will probably have hand shaped bruises. “You will be a good little dove and do as I say. We have made love every morning since you first spent a night in my bed. You will not deny me!”
The commanding tone melts your resolve, as it always does and probably always will. You quickly climb on top of him and fuse your lips as your bodies come together in that carnal dance you love so nuch. You try your very best to stay quiet, but it’s hard when Ivar can pull feelings and sounds out of you that no one else has before. That man can play you like the most finely tuned lyre and make you sing for him with both your body and your voice.
You have to bury your face in his neck at the end, pressing your lips into his skin so you will not cry out. He in turn bites your shoulder. When you are finished, you simply lay there, trying to catch your breath as quietly as you can.
“That sounded like fun. Why wasn’t I invited?”
You shriek and roll off of Ivar at the sound of Hvitserk’s voice. Ivar catches you and covers you both with the furs before glaring at his brother.
“You know I do not share,” he snarls, clutching you to him like you are some sort of prize. He does not even seem perturbed that his brother was apparently listening.
“Were you awake the whole time?” You squeak, feeling your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.
Hvitserk, who has rolled to face you, simply grins. “Not the whole time. I only caught the end. You are not as quiet as you think you are.”
“Apparently,” you press further into Ivar, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
“Are you sure you do not wish to share, Ivar? She looks like she could go a second round,” Hvitserk teases.
The growl that rips from Ivar is positively animalistic. “Suggest that again and I will strip the flesh from your bones. I. Do. Not. Share.”
Hvitserk just laughs and proceeds to get out of the furs and find his clothes. “As you wish, brother mine. I will just have to wait until I get back to Visna.” He finishes dressing and gives the two of you a wink. “The storm has passed. I’m going to get firewood. You two do what you want.”
Once the door shuts behind him, you let out a loud groan.
“I can’t believe this. I told you it was a bad idea!”
Ivar just pushes you onto your back and swings himself on top of you. “No idea of mine is a bad idea. Hvitserk can listen all he wants, so long as he does not touch.” He gives you a wicked grin. “Now, about a second round…..”
Hvitserk is right, you can go another round.
And you don’t bother trying to be quiet.
Happy Friday, my sister wives! And everyone else too, come join us!
Heii, your stories are amazing and you are such an inspiring writer! Since you are taking fanfic requests for Friday, can I ask a drabble or a short part.2 of “the other talk”? Sakura and Sasuke inviting Boruto (perhaps hinata and naruto along with him) for dinner or sarada and boruto deciding to formalize their relationship or anything you are inspired to write on the matter! thanks you :)
A/N: I was going to do a Scott PoV but decided against it. If you still want me to do one, let me know. Or if you want a Part 2 lemme know (;
I hated driving at night. My eye sight wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t necessarily 20/20 either. Luckily, there were cars in front of me and I followed suit. It wasn’t until too late that I realized this was a bad idea. The car in front of me, slammed on it breaks. I tried to do the same, but I didn’t have enough time. I smashed into the car and hit my head on the steering wheel. It was all a blur after that. I saw flashes of red and blue, I heard something crash like it was glass being shattered. My body was being lifted up, and I could faintly hear someone talking. I couldn’t make it out, it was too muffled. I woke up, almost like everything I’d remembered had been a dream. My ears started working before my eyes did. I could hear rattling and a lot of yelling. I attempted to make out the words.
“…Room B…2 pints of O negative…”
At first the phrases didn’t make sense. When my eyes adjusted, there were bright lights above me bringing on a headache. I looked around and finally deduced I was in a hospital. Around me, I saw nurses pushing bloody patients on gurneys spewing medical talk to each other. I tried to push myself up, but searing pain shot up my arm. I whimpered and cringed at the discomfort. A women with long black curly hair rushed over to me.
“Alright sweetie, you’re going to have lie down.” She hushed.
“Where…where am I?” I managed.
“You’re in Beacon Hills Medical Clinic. You were in a car accident and I need you to lie down.”
“Please…it hurts.” I begged holding my arm.
“I know, honey. I’m so sorry. I can’t give you anything until a doctor takes a look at y-”
“Mom!” She was cut off by a boy with dark hair similar to hers. For obvious reasons, I had to assume it was her son. She walked to him and they talked for a moment in hushed tones. They were interrupted by another bloody body being rushed in. She left me and her son to go and help.
“No please.” I called after her although it was too late. “It hurts.” I whispered to no one. Her son came up over to me, and smiled sympathetically.
“My friend told me once, that human contact can sometimes ease pain.”
I chuckled weakly. “Is that your best pick up line?” When I looked up at him I noticed he had a crooked jawline. And despite it, he was still very handsome. He smiled again.
“Humour me?” I nodded and he took my hand in his. Almost instantly, the pain slowly drained from me. Amazed, I looked up at him and he was wincing. Pulled my arm from him and touched his shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” And he was. The pain that was displayed on his face was gone and a smile replaced it. “I must have been concentrating too hard.”
“You’re Scott, right?” I recognized him from school now that the pain was dulled. He nodded. “Where’s your sidekick?” I asked him. I was talking about his tall, gangly, and annoyingly sarcastic friend, Stiles. He was on the lacrosse team, so was Scott, although I could only remember a few times actually seeing him play.
“Home. I think.” He responded.
I chuckled. “I thought you two were joined at the hip.”
“Sometimes I think we are.” He said looking at his hands than at me.
“Y/N, honey.” Scott’s mom was back. “There’s a doctor that can see you now.” She whisked me away, before I could say good by to Scott.
I had a bruise bone in my arm, and a migraine. But other than that the doctors said I was fine. They discharged me and my parents came to pick me up from the hospital. They insisted I not go to school the next day, but I didn’t want to miss any school work and I felt fine. My migraine wasn’t as intense as before, and then my mind started thinking about Scott. First, I thought about his smile. How it kind of gave me butterflies. But than, I remembered the look on his face when he was ‘taking my pain’ through human contact. I’d been in a haze at the hospital, but now with my head clear I almost thought I remember him drawing my pain out of him. Like I could see it, like his veins were turning black. All day at school I obsessed over this. I wanted to think I was crazy, that it was the pain that made me delirious. But this was Beacon Hills and on more than one occasion I could remember when I’d seen strange things. Like a couple years ago when this strange lizard man thing.
During my free period, I went to the library and did some research. I spent the entire period, reading about healing and healers. But no where could I find anything about human contact healing or relieving pain. Right when I was about to give up, something caught my eye. One of the pages in a book about ancient mythical creatures. I picked up the books and read the passage.
With abilities unfathomable to man, these creatures are both dangerous and miraculous. These abilities include, but are not limited to: changing from wolf to man without the lure of the moon, enhanced hearing and smell, a wolf like eyesight able to see supernatural entities not seen by their human eyes, superhuman strength snd animalistic speed, and the ability to draw pain from animals and people a like. The extent of werewolf power is not know, and could extend further beyond anything we could imagine.
I put the book down, astounded by what I’d just read. Werewolves? They can’t be real. But, Scott had done it. I’d seen him do it. And the alterer thought was that I was crazy. The bell rang, startling me from my thoughts. I picked up my things, still lost in my thoughts. Thoughts interrupted by the sight of Scott. He was at the end of the hall way talking to Stiles and another boy from the lacrosse team, Isaac I think his name was. Before I could stop myself, I was already among them. I only caught the end of their conversation but they were talking about Scott liking a hot girl? Or maybe that he was one? I don’t know boys are weird.
“Hey, Y/N!” Stiles said awkwardly.
“Hey Stilinski.” That was his last name.
“Can we help you with something?” He snarked.
“Yeah, it’d really help if you’d go away. I need to talk to Scott.”
“Me?” Scott inquired.
“You’re names Scott right?” I laughed.
“Anything you have to say to Scott you can say to us.” Stiles debated gesturing to himself and Isaac.
I huffed, “Fine!” Stiles looked satisfied that he’d one the argument and I glared at him.
“Okay,” Scott had a curious look on his face. I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked today. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” He asked.
I brought my tone down a level. “I know what you are.” I whispered. Confused they all looked at me. I flushed starting to feel embarrassed that I’d even thought this was a good idea. “The other day at the hospital- and when you did the thing-” I was falling over my words. I was starting to think I was making a fool of myself, but when I looked at them all again, they all seemed uncomfortable. Like I’d said the wrong thing. And then I knew. I knew I’d been right.
“Oh my god!” I squealed. The all shushed me at the same time. “Oh my god.” I repeated in a whisper. They glanced over their shoulders ensuring no one was listening to our conversation. “Are you all werewolves?” I gushed in a whisper.
“Not him.” Isaac said pointing to Stiles.
“Thank you. Thank you for that.” Stiles said with fake sincerity.
“Oh, what are you?” I asked excitement filling me.
“Human.” Isaac answered for him with a sinister smile.
“Oh. Well I have so many questions!” I said earnestly.
“Not here.” Scott hissed as the bell rang. “After school. I’ll meet you at the Animal Clinic.”
“What’s there? You’re guys secret hide out.”
“No, I work there.” The three boys walked away leaving me confused but excited. I was going to learn about werewolves, but best of all I was going to hang out with Scott.
@alchemisticarus@bpdjessmariano I only caught the end of it because I’m at work and all but… do y'all think Rei cried himself to sleep after his kills? Do you think the runaway prince was terrified of what was going on around him and do you think he prayed for the dead? When do you think he stopped?
I ‘encourage’ that one as well ;) You can also do that with a child, someone told me that of course ;D
Haha, yes, I did find that out as well. I did it with Platinum and Lucas when he was a kid - Platinum had already attacked Lucas and I only caught the tail end of it (no pun intended lol), so of course I had to get a picture of her doing it again. xD
Thank you! I love his face too…and it’s funny because cats can’t normally jump into the sink (that I know of). There’s actually an end table under the sink for decoration which he jumped up onto…didn’t know he could do that with a sink in the way!
Summary: You and Ben have a schedule on Friday nights; you get off of work at two in the morning, get coffee from Maz’s diner, and you go up into the mountains to look at the stars.
Word Count: 2213
Content Warning: SFW
A/N: You come into my house, where I pay the bills, and you ask me for another college AU? Bless your soul because they’re my ultimate weakness and I adore them. :) I’ve had stars on the brain for awhile now, so this is basically just a fluffy mess. It’s established relationship, though I had toyed with the idea of a meet-cute/ set-up. Hope y’all enoy!
“Ben, it’s two in the morning.” You nudged the lump of ratty coat curled up under the library table. “Sweetheart I know that the library is open twenty four hours but please come out of there. This isn’t healthy.”
“Says the girl who gets maybe four hours of sleep each night.” Ben grumbled back, one long arm lifting so that he could peer blearily at you. “This class is shit.”
You chuckled at that as you kicked the chairs away from the table so your boyfriend could crawl out from under it. “I told you that class was a heavy load. I told you not to take it unless you were absolutely sure you wanted to learn about it. You didn’t listen.”
“Black Holes and Cosmic Catastrophes, I thought it would be interesting.” Ben straightened with a groan, back popping as he rubbed his eyes. “It is interesting. It’s also absolutely exhausting.”
You reached up to brush at his mop of dark hair, fingers catching in the tangles and gently working at them. “Did you get all your homework done?”
“Mmm.” He leaned into your touch, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. “Enough of it that I’ll be able to relax a bit this weekend. Can we get coffee before we head out? I could use a cup or twenty.”
“You know you don’t have to stay up and go with me. Just because I have chronic insomnia doesn’t mean you have to suffer with me.” Ben tucked you against his body, his chin resting on the top of your head as his hands rubbed up and down your back. “Really though there’s no reason why one of us can’t get some sleep on a Friday.”
“I’m pretty sure people our age are supposed to be staying up this late partying anyway.” He laughed, pulling back to gaze down at you intently. “Besides, I like our Friday night schedule, I like spending this time with you. And there are options, (y/n), if you wanted to get a regular sleeping schedule.”
Yes, there were options; the most common one being fast action sleep medication. You really didn’t want to pair sleep medication with antidepressants though, which unfortunately left you rather vulnerable to sleepless nights. A discussion you’d had with Ben on many occasions, and one that you really didn’t want to have again.
“You know how I feel about the subject.” You told him as you cupped his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, we’re burning… night-light? Shut up I know that came out wrong.”
He gave you a slight smile at that, hand lingering on the nape of your neck before he went about gathering his books and laptop. “How was work? Did you get your internship application finished?”
“Still stuck on the essays unfortunately. I’ve got the letters of recommendation down, and my resume has been revised and revised again it’s just a matter of sitting down and actually writing up why I want to work at the Planetarium.” You reached for his hand instinctively, contentment sweeping through you when his long fingers tangled with your own.
“Just tell them space is great; I like space and you like space so we’d make a good team.” Ben offered, adjusting the strap of his bag. “You driving?”
“Yeah, my gear’s in the Cherokee.” The blankets, the telescope, you had an empty thermos that you would beg Maz to fill with her signature hazelnut coffee when you got to the 24-hour cafe on the way to the valley. “I mean, space is great but I’m pretty sure they’ll want a little more than that to convince them. I’ll preface it with that though, that’s an excellent opening statement.”
“Learned that from my mother.” It was a cool autumn night when you both stepped out of the library, turning to where your jeep was parked. The vehicle itself was rather old, had definitely seen better days with rust spots and a few caked on layers of mud, but it was yours. You’d bought it with your own money and put it together with your own two hands… well, your granddad helped. He did most of the actual heavy lifting, really.
“Speaking of which,” You hopped into the driver’s seat, fiddling with the keys and numerous buttons as you got everything ready. “They still coming up next weekend?”
Your boyfriend groaned at the question, dropping his head into his hands as you pulled out of the parking lot. “Don’t remind me. Can’t I just stay with you? Or fake my death?”
“I want to say yes—to staying with me you can’t fake your own death—but I’m not going to. They’re your parents and deep down we both know that you love them which is why you’re giving up your room and sleeping on the couch for them. I’ll come over and make breakfast though, if you want?” With a short stop to grab coffee and burgers from Maz’s, you were making your way out of the valley to your favorite stargazing spot. It was up in the mountains, about forty-five minutes away from campus and isolated enough that you got a beautiful view of the Milky Way. Light pollution was kept at a minimum and the ride itself was more than gorgeous.
“You know my father is convinced you make the best omelettes (y/n). Which is impressive because until I started dating you he swore up and down uncle Lando made the best omelettes and uncle Lando makes a pretty good omelette.” Ben reached over to play with your hair, earning a brief look.
“It’s the black magic.” You turned onto the rocky path that lead to your spot. “Also the spices my grandma taught me to mix in with the eggs. I mean that’s mostly it.”
“Mmm.” Ben’s hand caught the back of your neck as you prepared to get out of the jeep, tugging slightly until he caught your lips in a quick kiss. You pressed into it, seeking the immediate comfort of having him near you as the rest of the week caught up with your body. Aspiring to a career in astrophysics was a highly engaging pursuit, highly engaging and highly demanding, and it made you look forward to these Friday nights every week.
“Come on, Solo. I want to try and find Albireo.” It made up part of the beak of Cygnus, and was actually two suns that made up a galaxy.
“Yes ma’am.” You set up quickly; Ben spread the blankets down on the ground as you grabbed your telescope and adjusted it. You were focusing in on the constellation, tracing one of the wings until they met the body and following it down on the beak when you felt Ben sidle up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. “Did you find it?”
“They’re beautiful.” You breathed happily. “Twin suns, orange and blue just like Tatooine.”
You could feel his breath fanning out across your cheek as he bent low to look, hugging you tightly to him. “They’re bright.”
“Well of course!” Careful not to jostle the telescope you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “We’re starting off with something relatively easy. Once our eyes adjust to the dark, I want to see if we can find Andromeda.”
You spent a little while longer looking around with the telescope and splitting the coffee before you wound up lying down on the ground together. Ben had his arm around your shoulders as you snuggled into him under the warmth of the extra blankets, fingers dragging up and down the material of your coat while you pointed out various constellations. Ben didn’t know nearly as much of the trivia as you did about them, he was an art major and only ameature stargazer, but he was happy to listen to you talk about the lore behind each and every one.
He found it increasingly hard to look away from your face, losing almost all interest in the night sky in favor of watching the way your lips moved and your eyes caught the dim light. He was struck by how much he absolutely adored you; no matter what you were doing together, he loved spending time in your presence. You had this air about you, this effect, that you always seemed to know when he was about to come out of his skin and you were one of a small number of people that knew how to keep him together. Maybe it was because you were just as broken and damaged as him, but from the first time you’d pulled him out of the library at three in the morning for coffee he’d been crazy about you.
“—one of the nicest parks to go stargazing nearby.” Ben blinked when he realized that you’d been saying something, lifting his head slightly to find you waiting expectantly for a response.
“I only caught the tail end of that, I’m sorry.” He squirmed when your fingers pinched lightly at his side, protesting the loss of heat as you pushed up on your elbow to trace your hand along the curve of his lips.
“I said that it would be nice to go camping out in the Great Basin.” You repeated, kissing him lightly. “My grandparents went out for their honeymoon, they said it was beautiful. Said you can see the whole galaxy from there.”
“I can see the whole galaxy from here.” He whispered. Even in the low light he knew that you were blushing, could sense it not in what he saw but what he felt. Your hair brushed against his hand as you ducked your head, letting out a quiet whine of nervous laughter as you tangled your leg between his. With a roll of the hips and a shift of your weight Ben rolled so that you were pinned underneath him, fingers lacing on the back of his neck.
“You’re silly.” You stared up at him, committing to memory the shadows of his face against the backdrop of the stars as your chest ached with love.
“You’re beautiful.” He reached down to kiss you, soft and sweet and absolutely perfect to the point where it left you breathless. “Gods (y/n) you’re beautiful.”
“You can barely see me.” It didn’t seem to matter as he punctuated each statement with a kiss, teeth scraping down the column of your throat as his fingers skimmed along the hem of your sweatshirt. You wanted to give in to the careful unravelling of his touch, but the bite of cool air had you pushing him back with a grunt.
“It’s cold out here, Ben.” You complained. “You are not getting me out of my clothes without taking me to a bed first.”
He nipped at your chin with a chuckle. “Stay the night tonight? My place is closer.”
You drew in a sharp breath as his fingernails scraped the curve of your side, gripping at his wrist. “Your place is closer. But your mattress is also hella uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, but I have a better bathroom.” His breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine, drawing out a muffled moan while your hips lifted to press against his. “And my walls are thicker, so we won’t piss off your asshole neighbor.”
“Hux isn’t that bad I don’t know why you can’t stand him. We have tea every now and again actually, he’s in my physics class.” You could feel your boyfriend tensing above you, could imagine the consternation that stole over his features every time your neighbor was brought up. “Besides I thought you liked pissing off my asshole neighbor. Convince me to stay the night.”
“My coffee is better than yours.” He told you, which was absolutely true. “You like my shower more, and the view out my windows is vastly superior. Rey makes the best french toast, and you don’t have to worry about the water crapping out on you at any given moment.”
“I don’t get woken up at six in the morning by tiny rhinos running around on my ceiling either.” Ben lived in one of the nicer apartments downtown, much better than your cheap efficiency which, while it was rather nice, did not compare. “It’d be nice to have a lazy Saturday.”
His palm flattened on your abdomen, hand shoving up your coat so that the autumn air tickled your skin. “We could stay out here for a night. I could have my beautiful (y/n) under her beautiful stars.”
“Yeah, we can do that again in the summer.” You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissing the tip of his nose before you shoved him off of you playfully. “I’m not risking a cold because you got a little frisky.”
Scrambling to your feet you offered a hand to haul the taller man up, letting him sling an arm around your shoulders. “You’re no fun.”
“Fun?” You repeated innocently, hand sliding down the curve of his backside with a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you get me to your bed and I’ll show you how fun I am.”
Ben moved to hurry and grab the blankets off the ground, teeth flashing in the dark. “You have a deal.”
let you blab about how many kids you want before interjecting with the number
of kids he wants plus the house the two of you probably will live in. He’d also
throw in the fact that he can’t wait to have all those things with you as soon
as the two of you get married. But, as soon as you say ‘oh, yeah I’m pregnant’
his eyes will hit the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. He’d then start
questioning you profusely about the pregnancy, probably ignoring that the two of
you have company. You won’t be able to tell if he’s shocked or upset that you
dropped the news the way you did. “YOU’RE
WHAT?! HOW MANY WEEKS?! YOU’RE WHAT?! HOW?! WHEN?! YOU’RE WHAT?!”
wants three kids, but he’ll let you dream big considering you look beautiful
planning and thinking your future family. But when hit him with that 'by the way, I’m
pregnant’ he’ll be so surprised and happy his heart might actually skip a beat.
Like N, he’ll question you about everything and then kiss you all over before
turning to your friend and repeating the great news just in case they didn’t
hear it. “Wha…what? You’re
pregnant? Like I’m going to be a dad? *Extremely happy Leo*”
isn’t paying any attention to you and your friend talking, his mind is off
somewhere else and he makes brief facial expressions to act like he’s paying
attention. But once he hears, 'I’m due on…’ his head will spin around so fast
and his eyes will go wide and then go back to normal because clearly you just
told a really funny joke that he only caught the end of. “Hey! I missed the joke. Can you repeat it? I don’t think I heard that one
world would just stop. Time would freeze. He wouldn’t move. He’ll turn white as
a sheet and he’d have a dumb look on his face. He’s still processing 'we’re
expecting our first child’ and it’s playing in his brain on a continuous loop.
And then a whole minute later he finally speaks, or at least his brain does. “Shit. Wait. Crap. No. Yes? What.? Shit. Shit. Shit.”
like his bro Ravi, he’d sit there in shock probably trying to remember when and
where he probably knocked you up. But hey, it doesn’t matter because he’s going
to be a dad soon. Wait, what is that shaking movement you feel? Oh, that’s just
HongBin rocking back and forth, smiling hard enough to probably break his
Okay. No immediate reaction. He’ll literally just sit there and sip his tea
processing what you could possible mean by 'we’re expecting’. Yeah, once that
sinks in, he’ll fumble with something on his phone. Two hours later, Amazon
Prime shows up with an at-home pregnancy test. “Tomorrow we can
go to the doctor so you can piss in a cup, but for now humor me and pee on this
stick. I love you, but I need proof.”
My second fur-child. Born feral on the streets of Beirut she was near death when we heard her cries from our 4th floor terrace and went in search. On the side of a busy highway sat the tiniest, dirty kitten. We thought it would be easy to coax her over to us. But Arya had other ideas. She ran from car to car parked along the highway and hid in each engine after another. Chasing her further away from our home we were really unsure what was best to do until we passed people sitting on their first floor balcony. Nosey to know what the couple was doing crawling under cars they told us to leave the kitten, that she has been there for days and would soon be dead.
With that in mind we went home.
Got food supplies, a towel and returned more determined than ever that we would save this kitten. It took 2 hours more and I only caught her by sheer luck in the end but as soon as my husband wrapped the towel around her she fell into a deep sleep. We brought her home and put her in the cat carrier with a teddy bear, water and food. The next morning she hadn’t eaten anything and my, could she hiss. My husband called in sick, got kitten milk and a bottle and gently wrapped her like a burrito and fed her warm bottled milk. By the time I got home from work that day she was already his shadow, but still hissing at me.
We named her Arya because of her wild ways. There is no place, cupboard, shelf, curtain, door-top or ledge in our apartment that she cannot and has not reached, crept into or swung from. She is the true boss of our house and though the smallest she packs a lot of attitude. From day one she chased Arthur’s tail, stole his food, slept on top of him, and annoyed as he got with her at times he never stopped her. They are inseparable now.
Arya doesn’t like strangers much, when the doorbell rings she dashes into her favourite hiding place: the shoe closet and borrows behind human Daddy’s boots. She has a general disgusted look most of the time and has definitely mastered “resting bitch face”, but she loves her cuddles, most of all with her Daddy and cries at you if you don’t give them to her when she wants them. One of her favourite activities is being held and cuddled by her Daddy as he walks around the apartment letting her smell everything high up from his arms. She is the fastest, most agile cat I have ever seen run and jump, and though she gets the largest portion of wet food she still steals Arthur’s to this day. Arya has always crossed her paws since she was a kitten and still does. She doesn’t know how cute she looks. She doesn’t care about cute.
Arya has a thing about closed doors, she hates them. If you go to the toilet or try to work out in the spare room with a closed door she sits outside yelling and scratching at the door. How dare you shut her out! She is also OCD about cleaning and has no problem licking your arm on the same spot for 10 minutes.
Her wild streak is always there and when she knows she is about to be put in the cat carrier she will put up a fight. My husband and I both have scars on our arms and hands to show. We have had to learn how to deal with her stress, keep her calm and handle her when she is most frightened. I think we have gotten a lot better over time, so that trips to the vet are relatively blood free now.
i can’t believe homestuck is finally over!!! holy shit!! gosh it feels so so so strange to be able to say that for real… homestuck is over… homestuck is over. homestuck has ended. there was a time where i had begun to think i’d never see
the day, and yet some part of me had secretly hoped i’d never have to. but all things must
come to an end eventually. even homestuck.
and what can i say other than what a literally fucking life changing journey this
i first got on board with homestuck in late 2009, a few months or so after it had begun. a good internet friend of mine, holly, had been reading it for a while and was desperate for people to talk about it with, so she started pestering me about it. i finally threw caution to the wind and jumped in when she showed me pics of WV and can town like “look at this amazing shit you’re missing out on”. she was right. i did look at this amazing shit i was missing out on and thought, “holy shit, this is some amazing shit im missing out on”. by the time i caught up, act 2 had only just ended, with only a small handful of pages of act 3 available. WV: Ascend is still one of my personal favourite [S] pages to this day. not only was it virtually the last thing i got to see before catching up and having to start waiting for upd8s, but its also the first time HS really pulls back the curtain and gives you a real glimpse of the true scale of this story thats only just beginning to unfold. it really sets the tone and makes you feel like you’re getting into something truly epic.
and SHIT boy, it just started getting better and better from there!! i even ended up managing to drag my sister into it as well, because just talking to one friend online about it wasnt cutting it anymore!! this shit was so good, and i needed more ppl to yell at. and well, to be perfectly honest, i really didnt have very many friends back then, in real life OR online. but ive always been really close w/ me sis so of course i was gonna drag her along for the ride.
like a year and a half later, in april 2011, my sis and i were going to attend our first con together, brisbane supanova. homestuck was right in the thick of act 5.2 by this point, and we were both HELLS of into it, so we were wondering if we’d see any homestuck cosplays there. we kinda doubted it tho, homestuck still felt like this weirdly niche internet thing back then, and on top of that we lived in australia, where basically nothing cool ever happens. yet to our surprise we did end up seeing a few homestucks about. not many, but a few. enough to be REALLY EXCITED ABOUT IT. there was even a john wearing the wise guy slime suit and they had a fear no anvil hammer!! and at one point we were even standing in line for food and we happened to see a really good Dave cosplay walk by, with a SORD and everything!! without a second thought, or even a first, we both ran straight out of the line to chase him down and get a photo. it wasnt until after the encounter that we realised… fuck… we lost our place in the queue lmao. it was worth it tho. totally worth it.
later on that very same day, i was waiting outside the bathrooms for my sis, and out of the ladies room came this adorable karkat cosplayer. i didnt talk to them, tho, and then my sis came out right after and i pointed like “look!! karkat!!” and she told me that yes, she already saw her in the bathroom, and even got a photo. lmao.
our first ever con was a lot of fun, the highlights definitely being the handful of homestucks we happened to see. i wasnt really even expecting to see one, let alone a handful… and apparently, neither were they!! after supanova weekend, i was checking out the MSPA forums (rip) and i stumbled upon a new thread somebody had made saying they were an aussie homestuck fan, brisbane local, and that they were surprised and excited to have seen a few homestucks at the supanova they just attended over the weekend, and wanted to know if there were anymore brisbane local homestucks lurking the MSPA board and if they wanted to organize some kinda fan meetup in the city sometime. enough excited responses started popping up and eventually the plans were settled.
i was definitely interested in going, tho i was really nervous about it. im a pretty shy person in general, and these were a bunch of complete strangers, not to mention that brisbane is like an hour train ride from where i live, and is also a city i was not familiar with. and i was gonna have to go all by myself, because sis was busy that weekend. i almost didnt go because it sounded so daunting, but i ultimately decided to bite the bullet and take the plunge because HOMESTUCK!!!
the plan was to meet by the wheel of brisbane, which was. easy enough to find, even for someone stupid like me who didnt know the city. the main thing i was worried about was actually finding the people because i didnt know what any of them looked like. we were all strangers!! luckily some of them had homestuck shirts so once i spotted a conspicuous crowd of Nerds standing around with a couple of HS shirts i was like. welp. there they are. my people. i swallowed my nervousness and went over and said hi.
it was a good day. no, a GREAT day!! there were about 12 of us at the meetup, and after introductions, breaking the ice was pretty easy since we all had the common interest of homestuck to spend literally all day as a group discussing and laughing about as we wandered the city. we even took a photo together of us all laying all sprawled out on a set of steps into the botanic gardens like we were all pieces of shit who failed to heed our bros warning of stairs. they told us, dog.
at one point we attempted to cross the road at a stoplight but half the group got stuck on the other side of the road. “haha, we’re roadstuck” somebody said. i dont remember who it was, but that became The Big Meme of the day, and went on to become the name of the facebook group that was set up later that night for us to all keep in touch and arrange future meetups and hangouts. over the following months, we met up more and more, word started spreading, and little by little more local brisbane homestucks began to hear about us and our group began to grow and grow.
it was amazing. i was having the time of my life. in such a short amount of time i had gone from having almost no irl friends, to having almost more friends than i knew what to do with!!! homestuck had helped brighten my life in ways i never expected. heck, i even ended up finding my first ever girlfriend through roadstuck. remember that karkat cosplayer i mentioned we saw at our first supanova?? that was her!! of course we didnt realize that until quite a bit later. she didnt make it to the first couple meetups, and once she did we didnt recognize her as the karkat either. it wasnt until she one day mentioned she cosplayed karkat once and showed us a pic that we put it together!! how… serendipitous!! ((btw we arent together that way anymore, not for a long time now, for reasons that are really neither here nor there, but we are still BEST FRIENDS FOREVER to this day, which is even better if u ask me!!))
during the heyday of roadstuck, we used to have huge group chats on facebook basically all the time, every night. with so many of us in the group, these were a blast, and it was always active at almost all hours of the day. there were enough of us that there was always SOMEONE online. oh, i should mention!! one particularly fateful night in the roadstuck group chat is where my nickname seab first came about!! typos of our names became quite a meme in the group, and a number of my friends still go by these nicknames today!!
ohh, lets not forget one of the most iconic moments in homestuck history. one that happened in late 2011. the night that the end of act 5 was released, aka the day homestuck destroyed the internet. [S] Cascade!!! what a night that was!! ahh!! it was my birthday too!! my birthday is 10/25, one of the homestuck magic numbers. getting to finally sit down together with my sister, and watch this 13 minute epic, on my bithday, after months of anticipation, during the very height of our homestuck craze, screaming and giggling together as we flipped our shit over stuff like the screen starting to get bigger as jack was charging the red miles, and the kids going god tier, and then logging onto facebook to scream about it all night with the roadstuck crew… it was truly special, and remains one of my most treasured birthday memories to this day.
it was also around this time in late 2011 that i started to get into using tumblr!! i had already made a blog earlier in the year, but i only made a single pointless post and then abandoned it forever. but once a bunch of ppl in the roadstuck gang started getting way into it, i decided to get in on the fun too. i didnt really know much about what the point of tumblr was for a while but it was pretty fun using it as another social platform for fun times w/ the pals. it also ended up being a pretty good place to start sharing my silly homestuck videos i had been making occasionally in my spare time!!
speaking of, remember my [S] ancestors: whats going on video i made in march 2012?? lmao!! that really shot me into The Big Time and got me my first really huge influx of followers on here. some people started calling me a BNF (“big name fan”) for a little while!! can you believe that video has almost a MILLION views now?? i sure cant!! thats still so crazy to me!! one time, at another supanova, a friend introduced me to their friend as “the person who made the ancestors whats going on video” and their friend was really ecstatic like OMG NO WAY. that was a surreal experience, having someone who didnt even know me excited by my presence, as if i was someone of legitimate importance, and not just some silly kid who cries a lot and has too much time on their hands.
anyway, roadstuck, as it was, doesnt exist anymore, because… of reasons… but the friends i made still do, and thats what counts, because it turns out the real homestuck was the friends i made along the way, and im thankful for them all each and everyday.
in fact it was through meeting so many different kinds of people during our time in roadstuck, and the stuff i started to read about as i spent more and more time on tumblr, that i first started to learn about trans people and gender and sexuality and all that stuff, which really opened my eyes to the world and helped me begin to understand things about myself i had struggled with for years without realizing!! who knows if i ever would have learned about all this stuff if i never got into homestuck???
it is honestly no joke when i say homestuck literally changed my life. all the friends ive made these past 6 and a half years, my identity and sense of self, my entire livelihood, everything i care about, its all thanks to homestuck, and i genuinely have no idea where i would be, who i would be, or what my life would be like today if it werent for this silly webcomic. i owe literally everything i am today to it and i can’t thank andrew hussie enough for what the past 6 and a half years has meant to me.
the end of homestuck is not just the end of a long-running webcomic 7 years in the making, but the end of a huge, incredibly important chapter of my life, and sitting down with my sister one final time to watch [S] Act 7, and say farewell to all these characters, some of my most favourite fictional characters ever, who have been with me every step of the way all these years, and getting to see them all finally be safe, happy, and living their lives together freely and peacefully after everything they’ve been through… just… its indescribably moving and im beside myself with emotions.
thank you, homestuck. thank you all the artists and musicians for all your hard work taking me on this incredible journey. thank you my dear friend holly, for pestering me into reading it in the first place all those years ago.
thank you, andrew hussie. thank you for my life.
you’re literally my hero, and i just started crying as i was typing this sentence so i think it’s time to wrap this up before my tears start making it too hard to type. bye homestuck!!! im gonna miss you so much!! keeping up with the updates and discussing theories and meeting new friends and learning new things about myself has been some of the most fun ive ever had in my life!! ill never forget you homestuck!! BYYYEE!! WAHHH!!!
Okay so let me talk to you about the Russo Brothers
One of the things we were most excited about this con was that the Russo Brothers were going to be there! Now, don’t get me wrong - Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Hayley Atwell, and (of course) Frank Grillo are HUGE draws and super cool - but really, when you get down to it, its the Russo Brothers who have a greater hand in making my favorite movie what it is.
So yeah, my wife ( @araniaart ) and I were super stoked to be meeting them - we went directly to their table on Friday and waiting for them for a few hours because we were near the front and that excited to see them. I do think the con might have underestimated the draw of these guys, because their line got filled up pretty fast. Now, like in the most cases of signature tables at cons, I think most of the people there were there to just get their signature on some Civil War something or other to up its value, so I think by the time we actually got to meet them, we were the first fans to really just start gushing and fangirling.
“You’re work is a gift to mankind,” wifey said when we walked up (they seemed amused). We didn’t have a TON of time with them, after all there were a lot of people waiting, but they were SO generous and nice and didn’t rush us at all. We told them that CATWS was legitimately out favorite movie and all that jazz. But the real highlight was when we brought up Stucky.
It started when @araniaart brought up how perfect their response in China was about the relationship between Bucky and Steve (if you’re not familiar with it, check out the relevant bits here). Not only did they look pleased we were familiar with that interview, Joe (who by the way was more vocal and open than his brother, who seemed a bit more reserved, but they were both listening and contributing to the conversation) emphasized that they are completely supportive/comfortable with any interpretation of their characters and their relationships. That’s why they make movies after all - like all art how the fans interpret the art is why they do it. That’s what makes great storytelling. It’s not really their job to tell us, as fans, how to interpret the stuff you can read between the lines.
We were overjoyed with that, of course, and I joked, “We’re slight Stucky fans, if you couldn’t tell,” as we were obviously a couple and cosplaying Cap and Bucky. Joe smiled and looked directly at me and said, “If you love Stucky, you’re going to love Civil War.”
Well, there it is. Proof that they know the term, used the term several times throughout the con, and seemed to indicate that the trailer is probably just a taste of the heart-wrenching stucky goodness we’re going to get out of this damned film which will probably kill me.
We were ecstatic with that answer of course - we told them as bisexual monogamous ladies ourselves how IMPORTANT that is to us. Joe and Anthony were so nice and supportive. Arania gave them a watercolor piece she did which they seemed really touched about (I have a feeling they don’t get as many ‘fan gifts’ as the actors do) and of course, without even asking for it, Joe wrote our inscription on the poster:
Lookit at these adorable fuckers. They know exactly what they are doing here. They know THE LINE. They know what it sounds like, lol.
Anyway, they let us take a picture with them, too, and just seemed pleased as punch to have met us.
Not only were they generous enough to sign the poster, they also signed our CATWS poster (because, at least for now, that’s our favorite movie), and they got to pop the cherry on our new shield-for-signatures.
And that, my friends, was only day one.
The next day was super busy with photo ops and signatures of the headliners, but we did manage to swing by the Russo’s table again. Sadly, they were just packing up to leave but when they walked by they recognized us and waved, and asked if we were going to their screening later that day (which of course, we were!)
Sadly, because of all the photo ops and such we missed most of their first panel, but we did catch the tail end of it. Stucky got brought up again. <3 I really need to dig up some videos from that panel, it sounded like fun. But as I mentioned, we only caught the tail end, and both Joe and Anthony saw us before they left, and made a point to wave to us.
Screen Junkies and The Russo’s has a screening of CATWS that evening and… holy shit. There was so much said and going on, I don’t know if I can recall all of it, but it was amazing. Especially because Screen Junkies asked up to sit up front (they liked our costumes) and we ended up being virtually RIGHT next to the Russo’s during the screening.
So close, that while a majority of the questions were fielded by the Screen Junkies, wifey and I were close enough to ask questions and personally comment with them as well. And they were SUPER nice about it. Actually - going back to the fact that Joe seems like the more extroverted of the two, he mostly spoke to the crowd/Screen Junkies but Anthony was closer and seemed to enjoy the more one-on-one interaction.
Unfortunately they couldn’t stay the whole time (they left after Steve’s escape from the Triskelion) but even for the amount they were there is was probably the Crown Jewel of the whole weekend.
I mean, to sit in the same room with the DIRECTORS of your FAVORITE MOVIE was just something I don’t know I would ever have the honor of doing. I’m going to try to list the most significant things I can remember them talking about / learning while watching:
- they had to fight to get Black Widow in as an important role as she did, eventually it seems Marvel wanted to focus on mostly Cap and Falcon, but they really wanted to delve into Black Widow and get a solid grasp of her character
- They definitely didn’t want to do a romance plot with Black Widow, instead, they seriously wanted to focus on the texture and depth a friendship could be. (I would say, “Sorry, Romongers,” but that would be silly considering their answers previously to Stucky. So if you’re a Romongers shipper, you keep on doing you).
- The Screen Junkies pointed out that doing a romance with BW/Cap would be silly considering they already have a romance subplot with Cap/TWS. Video here. Subtitled here.
- The Russos agonized over almost everything to make sure it was in-character for Steve. Would he really throw a knife through someone’s hand? Yes, he was about to set off an alarm. Where would he keep his shield? In the bathroom? The bedroom? The hallway?
- Was “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” a deliberate choice. Yes.
- Anthony Russo referred to me as his friend ;) I know he was just being polite but still, my fluttering heart.
- If you didn’t know already, Joe Russo is the surgeon (the very sexy surgeon, as he pointed out) who is operating on Nick Fury after he’s shot, and later treats Nat’s gsw in the underground bunker.
- They also explained the reason they used TWS to go after Nick Fury to begin with - they actually based his car after what the President uses. They researched its specs and features (like being able to take a bomb exploding underneath it, for example) and basically gave it a FULL SHIELD upgrade. Nick Fury is harder to kill than the president, so that’s why they brought in the big gun. And to also show, narratively, that a full squadron of HYDRA agents couldn’t take down Nick Fury but the Soldier shows up and immediately ends the fight.
- They also explained why everything seemed to happen NOW and so suddenly - basically just the completion of the Insight Hellicarriers.
- Why does Steve live in a crappy apartment? He’s an everyman - he most likely wouldn’t choose to draw a salary from SHEILD (just ask to cover his modest living expenses). He also most likely gave away most of his money he would have received as back-pay from the US Army to charity because he’s fucking Steve Rogers, guys.
- The cute kid from the Smithsonian exhibit is the Russo’s nephew.
- The women speaking in Sam Wilson’s support group is their sister.
- Robert Redford only agreed to do the film because his grandchildren are huge fans of comic book movies - so the joke about Iron Man making a fly-by at Pierce’s granddaughter’s birthday wasn’t completely inaccurate.
- Joe might have accidentally slipped who dies in Civil War. Anthony looked a bit blanched when he did, and they tried to cover by joking about a Red Herring. So either he slipped, or they were being purposely deceptive. Only time will tell (and no, I’m not going to say who).
That’s all the highlights I can think of right this second… *taps chin* I might add more later so feel free to check back. I didn’t record the whole thing, but I did get the last couple of minutes if you want to see what the experience was like.
I only caught the tail end of the interaction (earlier they posed for photos, and got to give the dinosaur signals etc), but this was a really cool animatronic interaction at Universal I saw when I went a few weeks ago in the Jurrasic Park section of Islands of Adventure.
Think of how interactive and engaging we could make artificial cetacean exhibits if we used technology like this? This video is proof that the technology is out there, and people are really interested in it! The line for this interaction was an hours wait long, and people were willingly waiting in it to get their chance to interact with a “dinosaur.”
We don’t need real animals to educate, entertain, and to make money off of. We have the technology for more animal-friendly exhibits that don’t involve keeping intelligent, free ranging predators in captivity.